Short Story: The Gift of a Feather

This is a Christmas story.  It came to me, like most good ideas, in a time of quiet in a place of sanctuary.  The ideas from stem from my own background as well as from the many stories I have heard or read from folks describing their experiences during the First World War. 

One of most disturbing stories I heard told to me was a woman describing how her dad had felt when he was given a white feather in an envelope when he was sent home from France with a foot injury.  That meant that he was looked upon in the community as a coward.  Not a nice thing to receive. 

The other piece of correspondence that was dreaded would be the telegram.  A son, a husband, a father, a brother: the story of a man’s death would be written in less than twenty words.  Killed in action.

I would like to dedicate this story to the memory of those who had to deal with the feather or the telegram, and to those whose lives were lost in between.

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